...yeah... took me long enough, didn't it?  I suppose at the least, it wasn't a year or some kind of uber extreme length to push this crap out.  I dunno... I guess what irks me is that this was probably essentially done, but I didn't get around to looking at it because I wanted to keep going.  I think I had a similar problem with another story, not too terribly long ago... or something like that. 

Anyway, enjoy, you guys.

No kids, mature for language.

Roommates

Chapter 16: Party Hard

Croy-----------------------------

“You're bringing him to a Dail party?”

Well, it sure as hell sounded like a good idea at the time. I mean, honestly? I can handle Dail. He's just a creepy ass otter that just... likes sex. A lot. Which is fine. I mean... so what if he throws parties just to get a whole lot of people drunk, I guess. That's him. Still, right up until I had told Icarus of my intentions, it sounded like a pretty good idea.

Sighing into my phone, I turned and leaned on the table. “Yes,” I said. It was Thursday. There were no classes Friday, in order to give people an extra day to prepare for mid-terms, which were starting this coming Monday. Some used the time to relax before jumping into weekend cramming... case in point, why Dail's party was scheduled as it was. Still... so what if it's a Dail party? “I can watch myself and Sem at a Dail party, it's no big deal. Besides, he's kinda messed up right now... why not have him drink a little, relax?” Why did I sound like a drug dealer?

“You drink to celebrate,” Icarus told me flatly. “So what are you celebrating?”

“End of semester,” I returned.

“A ways off. Try again.”

“Uh... The fact that Sem's single again?”

“Is he? Do you really believe that?”

“Well...”

“You told me that Kiyara was distraught when she told you you could have him, right? Who's to say that she didn't really mean that, that it was her grief talking?”

“Uh--”

“For all you know, they may have had a big fight, but then have broken it off. Or maybe Sem's just pissed off from whatever drove them apart, and it's at her and she knows it. For all you know, she's just giving him enough rope to hang himself, going to break his heart right after he sleeps with another femme.”

“Well, okay--”

“Or a guy, Croy.” Well, he sure as hell knows how to put a damper on a guy's spirits. “You have any idea what's going on in between them?”

“Er, uh... not... really, no. Neither of them will talk to me about it. Trust me, I've been tryin' for the last couple days.”

“So do not use this as an opportunity to try and fuck Sem.”

“What kinda--”

“I know you, Croy. I willin' to bet money that the thought has crossed your mind. Get him drunk, get

yourself buzzed, cuddle up and let drunken nature take it's course, right?”

I'm not going to admit it out loud that he was right. At least, not right now. Silence ain't always so golden, though. “If you do that,” he went on, “you could screw up his relationship with Kiyara. Do you really want that on your head?”

“Well so what?” I said, turning and walking into the open door of my room. “It's not like they ain't on the rocks already!”

“Croy! I-- mm...” He sighed. I don't know why I was being so stupid over this... but I just was. It's Sem, okay? He's been torturing me for the last... too damn long. I needed some fucking closure and if getting him drunk is gonna do it, then I'm gonna do it. Dammit. This isn't me...

“You must be really hung up on him,” Icarus said after a bit. “Normally, you aren't this hard-headed.”

I sighed, running a paw through my headfur. “Yeah, I am,” I conceded.

“Mm. Well... then my advice is this: Try not to do anything colossally stupid, alright? There's gonna be alcohol, so I know nothing can be promised, but try.”

“Yeah... alright.”

“I'm serious, dude. I'm so, so serious. Please do this for me.”

It wasn't like Leo to plead. Combine that with the anxiety over what I had planned (that he made me face)... I folded. I told him I wouldn't, and then we hung up. Sighing, I sat back down on my bed in my room, staring at the ceiling. I hoped... I hoped I wouldn't. You know... do anything stupid. Regardless, the party started in an hour.

For the sake of my sanity, I made another phone call.

Dail-----------------------------

I liked my parties. They were the only ones where the liquor really flowed. Of course, that comes from selling one's body in order to... persuade others to buy copious amounts of booze, then drink it all. Honestly, though, I don't mind doing that. I don't mind it at all. It takes a certain mix of morals and libido to enjoy being fucked over and over again, by many, many different people.

I don't explain this to many... or anybody at all. I suppose I have dreams, goals, desires, but right now all three circle around sex. I can't help it. I'm an otter, and I never really did like water... I always preferred... thicker liquids. Or ones that were more fun. I can't decide whether I would rather swim in booze or cum. I doubt either would happen but... an otter can dream, can't he?

Ever since I've discovered the power of sex, and what some people are willing to do for it, I've been using it to my advantage. I suppose one could say I've been fucking my way through life since I was 13, when I first hit puberty. I don't remember who I lost my virginity to. I suppose I loved... her, was it? I don't remember. Anyway, I suppose I loved them in some fashion... but it didn't last. The part I do remember, though, was that they were 21. And they later went to jail for child molestation. I remember never wanting to see them again... so I told the cops I needed an adult, and why. Every so often, I miss them, whoever they were. I did like them. I suppose that's why I had them sent to jail.

But back to the party. I only really liked my parties, because they're legendary for their alcohol content and debauchery. People didn't come to my parties to enjoy themselves... they came to fuck. And since exams were starting on Monday, I supposed it was a good excuse to throw a party... give everybody a nice relaxing fuck before exams made everybody all tense. I guessed some were taking that to heart, considering in my latest patrol of the fuck rooms, all of them were full with at least one couple.

Now, I was looking for something for myself. I was looking for a little something that I hadn't had since I pretty much swore off girls: to top. Every time I thought about it, like maybe me over a cute, built Argentine dogo I met the other day, I get so incredibly fucking randy. It's like my aphrodisiac.

Oh... now what is this? Gods... Croy, you fucking bastard. How could you have been hiding this one from me? Oh, look at him... tall, dark fur, blue eyes... blue eyes! And a panther... I don't remember the last time I've had the pleasure of a panther. It was most certainly lust at first sight... because just as he came in, I could see him, biting a pillow as I slammed my hips into him, splitting his tailhole open... The only way I could possibly want him more was if he was a virgin. It's always so much fun breaking a virgin.

Croy-----------------------------

Things were already kinda crazy when I got there. Granted, we had gotten there a little late: Sem had another outburst, and I ran in to calm him down. After a tiny little shoulder massage, he was good, and we went. But it was still a little jarring to see people practically hanging out of windows at the frat. Once again, I was plagued with second thoughts, but I pushed them away and dragged Sem in, a smile plastered on my face.

We mingled and talked, and I gave Sem his first beer. He wrinkled his nose, but drank it, almost tossing the whole thing back. I had mixed feelings about that. Anyway, I gave him another one but told him to drink it slow, and he managed to do that... well... right until we ran into Dail. Or... Dail popped out from somewhere. I dunno, the guy just appeared.

“Introduce me,” he said, staring at Sem. Don't think I've ever seen that look on his face... and I was already pretty damn freaked out by him just showing up outta freakin' nowhere. Sem... seemed a bit put off too. But... whatever, I guess.

“Sem, this is Dail. He's the otter who threw this party. Dail, this is my roommate, Sem.” Sem tried to smile, and held out his paw. For his part, Dail stared, and stared, and stared until he finally seemed to snap out of it, grabbing onto Sem's paw and giving it a perfunctory shake.

“I'm sure we'll be meeting again,” the otter said in his gravelly voice. “But for now, the duties of the host call me elsewhere.” After staring for a few more moments, his eyes flicked toward me. I caught a glance that seemed so intense that it made me blink and shift backwards before he left about as abruptly as he came. Aside from the whole... creepy ass glance thing, Dail had never been so... eloquent? Something was up, but then somebody else came and more beer was on tap. Sem and I started drinking again.

Dail-----------------------------

It took me a moment to find Baxter, and another five minutes of carefully chosen words and whispers to get him to come with me. The badger was a slave to my skills, so I knew he'd do anything I wanted if I gave him some ass... and gave him a select few threats, like outing him as gay. Sure, he dabbled every once in a while in the males, but that was until me. Once I found him, I made him make me his bitch. I got him too take out every sexual frustration he'd ever had in his life out on me. Gods, it was wonderful. I was a mess of cum and a little bit of blood where he'd bitten me. Now that I had him hooked, it was a small matter of getting him alone, pushing him into a seat, and dropping to my knees. He knew what I wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to me.

“Not yet,” I told him as he pulled himself out, hard and ready. It was hard to hold myself back, but in order to get the big prize, I needed to bag the smaller ones. He started to paw himself off, but I grabbed his paw away from himself, and leaned in close, dragging my tongue over his underside. The badger moaned almost soulfully, and sat back. “I need you to do something for me,” I said, blowing cool air over his cock.

He moaned, his short, stubby little ears going back. “Ugh... yeah? What is it?”

“You know Croy Darvis?” I asked as I brought my lips to his tip, giving it a little kiss. He was so eager... I could already taste faint traces of pre. Baxter grunted. I sucked him into my muzzle, but just his tip, then let go. Dialed up as I was, it was hard to not just deepthroat him. He wasn't that big, anyway... “I want you to distract him. I want who he came to the party with.”

“Why?” he asked, the word turning into a whine at the last moment. I had fluttered my tongue just under his tip, somewhere I knew he was sensitive. I loved sucking dick. Hearing those small little whines and noises... so satisfying.

“Doesn't matter,” I told him, pulling off and giving him a quick paced paw. Then I stopped and squeezed him at his base, digging my blunt little claws in. Baxter didn't like pain, so this got his attention.

“What the fuck, man?!” he shouted, then groaned in pain as I did it harder.

“You do this for me, or not only will I cut you and the entire fraternity off, but I'll tell Lance who caused it.”

He whimpered for an entirely different reason now, those little ears pressed into his head. Lance was the leader of Baxter's frat, and he had... interesting tastes. And until I came along, he imposed those tastes on his underlings. I leaned in close, still squeezing him, but I gave him a little lick across his tip. He bared his teeth, starting to shudder. If I kept doing this, maybe I might get him to like pain... “You wanna be Lance's bitch, Baxter?”

“Bax,” he snarled. Stupid musclehead. I have him by the balls, and he insists on me calling him by that tough, shorter name.

I had no time for this, so I really started to bear down on him, leaning in and flicking my tongue against his tip. He couldn't move aside from stomping a footpaw. “Do you want to be Lance's new bitch, Baxter, after I cut him the fuck off?” I said it slowly so his small mind could process it.

“No,” he managed, his voice strained. Oh... so delicious...

“Will you do this for me? Distract Croy?” If I kept squeezing him, I might draw blood. Part of me wanted to. I was starting to have a power trip...

“Yeah,” he squeaked, and I let go. I leaned in once more, and softly dragged my tongue, connecting each little impression of my nails on his cock while he shivered and groaned, his body writhing. I could tell he loved it... or maybe I was imposing myself onto him. Either way, I knew Baxter would do this for me.

I sucked him off the rest of the way, using only my mouth. His cum was rather... voluminous, and I had guessed that he was on his way to liking a little pain with his pleasure. After I had the panther, I wanted to cultivate this from the stupid badger. Speaking of the panther... oh...

I wanted to own him. I wanted to wreck him. I wanted to take him, make him mine, and completely and totally ruin him for anybody else. I wanted him to be my bitch on call, giving me whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it. After briefly torturing Baxter, there was nothing else I was capable of wanting...

Croy-----------------------------

I got into a fight with Sem. Fuck if I know what it was about, though.

All I remember is that at one point, me and Sem were best buddies, with somebody keeping the alcohol coming. We did a couple shots together, a few beers... I don't know. It just kept coming. Then, Sem got angry for some reason, and we shouted at each other before he went off in a huff. I don't know what it was about, but it sorta didn't matter. Next thing I know, I had a drinking buddy in the form of a loud, brawny badger.

He was kinda cute, in a musclehead sort of way, and he kept regaling me of tales of debauchery and gay-bashing. I remember thinking that the guy seemed desperate for pussy, but laughed at his stories anyway. I wanted to laugh.. I really wanted to fucking laugh. Preferably with Sem, but hey, even this asshat was hilarious with a few drinks in me.

Things got a little clearer when I felt a paw settle on my shoulder. It was similar to the badger's, and led to a perhaps similar build. His fur was white, though... a canine of some kind. “You the one that came in with the panther?” he asked me.

Fuck. I didn't want to talk about Sem now! Not when I'm having so much fun! “Yeah. And?” I told him.

“Listen, you need to get your friend the hell outta here,” the dog went on, and I frowned at him.

“The fuck for?”

“He went off with Dail.”

I kinda hated Sem a little more at that moment. I couldn't even be the first guy to blow him... what the fuck? I waved a paw dismissively. “So what, Dail wants to suck his cock. Who cares?”

“I said LISTEN!” With that shouted word, he jerked me off the stool I was on, and I was only barely able to keep my balance. The world swayed kinda sickeningly until the dog squeezed my by the shoulders. “Your friend's in some serious shit.”

“Rasta, shut up and leave it alone,” my new badger friend said.

“The fuck should I care?” I told the big behemoth. “I'm the one who's the big mother hen, right? Fucker can go do his own shit now, I don't care.” That's what Sem and me had fought about. I was trying to slow him down, but he got defensive... then I lost track of him after he cussed me out. I didn't think Sem could swear. “Besides, Dail just wants to suck his cock.”

Rasta frowned. “Fine. Whatever. But when he gets back to his dorm with an asshole the size of a fuckin' hubcap, don't come cryin' to me.” He left me against the counter and walked off in a huff, and I turned back to nursing my drink. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Shit. I didn't want this. I wanted us to have a good time. I wanted Sem to be cuddled up on my shoulder or something... not this. I don't know about anybody else, but depression has a way of sobering me. Probably didn't help that it was fueled by self-hatred.

“Thassit, buddy,” the badger slurred as I downed the rest of my beer. “Have another. Fuck all that bullssit. Bull... ssssss... fuck all that crap, huh? Les juss you 'n me have a nice drink t'getha, huh? 'Sides, Dail sent me over to ya ta keep ya comp'ny, heh...”

I froze.

He patted me on the back.

“What?” I asked, looking at him.

“Dail. Toll me ta keep ya comp'ny. Or occupied... one na th' two. S' c'mon, buddy, drink th' mothafuck UP!” Bax tried to shover a beer in my paw, and I got up, horrified. SHIT. No, no, no, no, no... This was bad. This IS bad. Mother fucking SHIT! I stumbled off, barely registering the badger's protest as I tried to find Sem. My coordination wasn't my best... I wasn't completely sober yet. But I had to find him. I do NOT want his first male experience to be... THAT. I couldn't live with myself... he'd be ruined. Shit.

I managed to spot them leaving the frat house. I went after them, but it was so hard... there were so many people at the party that I had to almost literally swim through them. And everybody, it seemed, was trying to push me away from the door... it was tough. I felt like I was barely getting there before I was suddenly spat out near the door, and shoved my way out. Fuck. Fuck fuck! Where did they go...?